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But if you leave me now, down those tracks,Ain't no hard feelings, but don't come back.I don't want no letters, telling me why,Save the postage, baby, just, say goodbye.

Oh, but do you really care? If I'm here or if I'm there?Always so above the fray, I think I'll be on my way.

Now that you done your thinkin', what's it gonna be,Keep on walkin', or stay with me?The time is passing, yes, the time has come,Do what you must do, just, let it be done.

Oh, but do you really care? If I'm here or if I'm there?Always so above the fray, I think I'll be on my way.No, no, what I meant to say, I really would rather to stay.Don't want to be alone, baby, baby I'm coming home.

Am I happy, what did you say?I'll keep you in my heart, dear, every day.

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This song tells the tale of Albert Johnson, the so-called Mad Trapper. Johnson was reputed to have super human strength and wilderness skills and was the target of an intense Royal Canadian Mounted Police manhunt through the Yukon during a bitter winter in the early 1930s. The song follows the slightly fictionalized account from the book of the same title by Rudy Wiebe.

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This song alludes to a story of a young couple who decide not to be together yet because the world is stuck in senseless violence, separation, and injustice. They decide to turn into night birds until humanity has had a consciousness transformation that eliminates war, hunger/poverty, and injustice. Of course, the song is as much a set of images and that's just one possible interpretation. Ultimately, it's about belief that a better world is possible and the comfort, love, and support that we provide to each other along the journey.

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Tell me where you weep at night and I will weep there too,Tell me where you laugh and sing and I will sing with you.When the moon is riding high, high up overhead,When the owl is flying near, remember what we said.

Tell me when the bird is singing, tell me when she runs,Tell me when the world is laughing, laughing everyone.Tell me when the sun is shining, shining so bright,Tell me when the colors are dry, and everything is right.

Down into the valley low, where the rabbit sleeps,Listen for the laughing sighs, where the waters meet.

When my love for you awakes, flowers all will bloom,And, when your love for me escapes, then will come the June.

Tell me when the bird is singing, tell me when she runs,Tell me when the world is laughing, laughing everyone.Tell me when the music’s playing, playing every day,Tell me when the hunger’s over and war’s gone away.

And if you see a shooting star, across the black night sky,You will know that I am there, walking by your side.Look for me in the western sky, where the bluebird soars,Mountain, snow, and thunderclouds, I am truly yours.

Tell me when the bird is singing, tell me when she runs,Tell me when the world is laughing, laughing everyone.Let me hear your melody baby, lightin’ up the way,Let me see you smiling happy, you’ll make the day.Tell me when the music’s playing, playing every day,Tell me when the hunger’s over and war’s gone away.

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A good-natured spoof based on a 1974 essay by the fabulous science writer, Lewis Thomas.

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Good morning folks, how do you do, we’ve something new for you, it’ll help you to get through your busy life,Meditation had its day, but recent research has conveyed, thoughtlessness is really for the birds,Yeah it’s worry that will see you through, wring your hands you’ll know it’s true, concentrating stress is for the best!

Transcendental meta-worry, you can do it in a hurry, just rush on through it quickly twice a dayPut your mind in overdrive, anxieties to maximize, you know you’ve got it when you feel that zing

Yeah, being in the now’s passé, that is just so yesterday, the future is where everything is at!And sitting silently won’t help, make your mind a super “Yelp”, you must think of endless things to do,Just do this before bed at night, to make sure that your head is right, maximizing stress will set you free!

Transcendental meta-worry, you can do it in a hurry, just rush on through it quickly twice a dayPut your mind in overdrive, anxieties to maximize, you know you’ve got it when you feel that zing

Students, parents, working folks, artists, farmers, artichokes, meta-worry works for one and all,You see the more things that are on your mind, the faster that you move in time, the quicker that you run inside the wheel,And feeling hyper is OK, and rest was meant for yesterday, we’re sure that this will be the next big trend!

Transcendental meta-worry, you can do it in a hurry, just rush on through it quickly twice a dayPut your mind in overdrive, anxieties to maximize, you know you’ve got it when you feel that zing

So hear me out, just listen folks, if you think this song’s a joke, try it for me for a month or two,If you don’t feel that cosmic zing, call us back give us ring, we’ll give your money back without a hitch,But don’t expect us to apologize, we’ll know you didn’t really try, if you didn’t even give yourself a twitch!

Transcendental meta-worry, you can do it in a hurry, just rush on through it quickly twice a dayPut your mind in overdrive, anxieties to maximize, you know you’ve got it when you feel that zingTranscendental meta-worry, you can do it in a hurry, just rush on through it fifty times a day!Put your mind in overdrive, anxieties to maximize, you know you’ve got it when you feel that zing

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Much appreciation to my CD co-producer/engineer/session musician stud Gawain Mathews, CD drummer Kyle Caprista, and photographer extraodinaire Tamarind Free Jones. Many thanks to my No Exit band-mates for playing many of these tunes live.

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Lookin' down the streets of plenty, I see a haggard boy.He ain't had much to eat now, he got no bed to sleep in.Why come this class division, all our souls be idlin' in remission.Pretend we just don't see it, pretend we really don't feel it.While our taxes feed a war machine,

Our taxes feed a war machine,Our taxes feed a war machine,Our taxes feed a war machine,Taxes feed a war machine.

Just give me one stealth bomber, just give me my very own drone.I don't want very much now, just a little tank for my belly.I don't want very much now, just a little shield for my head.I don't want very much now, just a little love instead.

But no our taxes feed a war machine, fifty-one percent.Our taxes feed a war machine, Our taxes feed a war machine, fifty-one percent.Our taxes feed a war machine.

Do you think I like it this way, do you think I chose my fate?I try to use my bootstraps, but they get so thin they break.Come on you great big spenders, send some software my way, my way.Lookin' down the streets of plenty, I see a callus nation.

While our taxes feed a war machine,Our taxes feed a war machine,Our taxes feed a war machine,Our taxes feed a war machine,Our taxes feed a war machine,Our taxes feed a war machine,Our taxes feed a war machine,Our taxes feed a war machine.